Chapter 193

The Dongshen True Words Method.

The Dongshen Taiyi Thunder God Formula.

The Dongshen Five Thunder True Formula.

The Dongshen Nine Revolutions Spiritual Light.

……

A variety of special Dongshen contemplation methods—Zhang Jian merely glanced at them, and he seemed able to perceive the profound mysteries hidden within those layers of hand seals; combined with his thorough reading of the Dongshen Scripture, he could readily deduce the essentials, and if he pondered carefully, even a simple technique could be innovated upon.

As for the profound Dongshen Five Thunder True Formula and the Dongshen Nine Revolutions Spiritual Light, they could gradually be completed.

「……」

Zhang Jian felt this was not something he needed to secretly learn, but rather to appreciate with the eyes of one who has come before.

But after looking for a few days, Zhang Jian lost interest.

The reason was that the ordinary Dongshen contemplation methods were no longer to his taste.

And the core Dongshen contemplation techniques—these Dongshen contemplation disciples would not place their cultivation sites in the square.

He currently lacks no various techniques.

Contemplating the principles of heaven and earth, if he wished to create ordinary techniques, it would be effortless for him.

What he now needs is to create a method that would greatly aid his own path, or one that manifests the fusion and integration of his foundation.

Like the Slaying Demon True Sovereign's fame-achieving Slaying Demon Slay Immortal Sword.

At this moment, Zhang Jian is also pondering what kind of technique he needs to create.

Sword technique?

Seems unnecessary.

The Star Chaos Formula is vast and profound; its three techniques possess tremendous power, so there is no need to painstakingly cultivate further.

On the contrary, the few techniques he has mastered, including the Nine Heavens Riding Wind and Controlling Thunder Method, are merely usable, but cannot be spoken of as a foundation for establishing oneself.

At this moment, Zhang Jian already has his own idea in mind.

He wishes to establish a method similar to that mythical legend's supreme treasure, the Mountains Rivers State Diagram.

That method is also extremely compatible with his own foundation.

……

On this day, several days prior, Zhang Jian suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze directed toward one side of the Observatory Terrace.

Today he noticed that He Ying's arrival with the meal was much later than usual.

Not long after, footsteps sounded, yet he saw He Ying's graceful figure emerge from below the steps; merely glancing, Zhang Jian noticed the fluctuation of He Ying's vital energy, and a bloody scent seemed to linger on her body surface.

It appeared she had just suffered an injury.

"Scholar Zhang, you are late today; please forgive me, Scholar!"

He Ying slightly bowed with clasped hands.

Zhang Jian glanced at the several delicate and tasty dishes on the tray, nodded, and said.

"Just don't be late next time!"

He appeared somewhat unapproachable.

He Ying slightly pursed her lips and gently nodded.

She slightly bowed with clasped hands and took her leave.

After He Ying departed, a seductive, alluring, soft voice sounded.

"False Daoist, have you stirred a heart of cherishing fragrance and pitying jade? Alas, this yellow-haired maiden has not yet matured, knows no charm, but this palace can satisfy your youth!"

He knew this demon was deliberately provoking his emotions, so he paid no heed.

"Good, then satisfy me!"

Picking at the rice and vegetables with small bites, Zhang Jian raised his head to gaze toward the direction of the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda.

This Demon-Suppressing Pagoda has twelve layers, each imprisoning many demons and monsters, yet each layer also houses a particularly formidable demon king.

Deep in cultivation, or possessing numerous powerful and extraordinary abilities.

The one speaking is a nine-tailed fox from the seventh layer.

It is said this fox demon possesses the bloodline of the ancient divine beast, the Heavenly Fox; its demonic arts are formidable and unfathomable, yet no one knows how it came to be in the hands of the Dongshen Sect's founder.

Hearing Zhang Jian's nearly provocative words, the alluring laughter grew increasingly wanton, yet a pink demonic aura manifested from within the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda, and in an instant transformed into a peerless beauty; she wore a set of pink, exquisite clothing, curvaceous, though her attire did not expose, yet every movement released a flow of enchantment that could bewitch heaven and earth.

"My lord, that person has come, oh!"

Her figure advanced toward Zhang Jian, but upon stepping to the edge of the altar, she gazed at Zhang Jian with her watery eyes!

"Please, my lord, lift the ban on me, so I may serve you!"

Her demonic eyes burned boldly and fiercely!

Zhang Jian, however, shook his head and said, "This place is too cold and desolate; please, entertain with song and dance!"

Upon hearing this, the celestial fox was not angered, she chuckled lightly, and began to dance with her seductive form before the altar.

Her posture was agile, her lotus steps light, her form shifting; in every word and deed there was no seduction, but rather a dignified and solemn countenance, nearly akin to the evolution of the Great Dao, proper and not depraved.

It seemed the boundless profundity of the Great Dao interwove from the twisting of her waist, stirring the primordial true yang power in cultivators.

"This greenhorn is doomed; the Princess of Heavenly Rhythm's demon god dance is not something ordinary cultivators can 'enjoy'—he is also bold, actually daring to provoke her?"

At this moment, within the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda, many demons sensed this disturbance, each gloated over the misfortune.

Although restrained by the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda's sealing laws, the celestial fox cannot unleash her full cultivation, but she can certainly make the opponent suffer, and perhaps even accomplish something.

On the meditation mat, Zhang Jian watched this scene and felt delighted, yet simultaneously sensed an invisible impact, piercing deep into his Dao heart, instinctively arousing waves of impulse, but under the suppression of his Dao heart, he could not control his actions.

He could not help but laugh: "The song and dance of the celestial fox clan are indeed as renowned as their reputation!"

"But a solo dance is rather monotonous; why don't I find you some companions?"

In the seven-tailed celestial fox's astonished gaze, Zhang Jian casually cut paper into human forms, which instantly transformed into peerless beauties who sang and danced in the arena, as if the maidens of the Moon Palace had descended, turning these cold observation terraces into a dance floor in an instant.

Zhang Jian clapped along with the beat.

Seeing this, the seven-tailed celestial fox's willow brows jumped repeatedly; to her, this was nothing but provocation.

She, the princess of the Celestial Fox Palace, was actually being treated as a dancing girl by this so-called 'false Daoist' before her eyes.

The seven-tailed celestial fox was furious, yet also deeply unwilling to accept it—she was only half a step away from the Nascent Soul realm, yet she could not bewitch an "ordinary" cultivator?

Know that even the founder of the Dongshen Sect once suffered a loss at her hands!

She then exerted herself, twisting her waist with effort, displaying one exquisite technique after another from the Celestial Fox Palace, yet Zhang Jian remained utterly unmoved.

Seeing this, many demons and monsters burst into laughter.

"Yun Niangzi, it seems you danced in vain today—why not dance for us instead? This scholar doesn't know what's good!"

Hearing the laughter of the many demons, the seven-tailed celestial fox's brows rose; after a moment, she withdrew her fox magic, her gaze scanning Zhang Jian up and down as she coldly laughed.

"False Daoist, I don't believe you can truly withstand the dance of my Celestial Fox Palace! When I emerge, I will surely compete with you again!"

As her words faded, the demonic aura emanating from her form gradually dissipated.

Zhang Jian saw this, his gaze unmoving.

He knew the coming days would likely not be lonely, but having someone to temper his Dao-heart and test his techniques was not such a bad thing, was it?

Boom—!

At that moment, Zhang Jian frowned, his gaze turning toward the Eastern Mausoleum on one side of the imperial city.

The Eastern Mausoleum is the imperial tomb of the Great Qian royal family.

After the fall of the emperors of successive generations of Great Qian, most were buried here.

Only a small portion were buried elsewhere.

This place is also where the dragon veins of Great Qian lie.

At this moment, Zhang Jian gazed toward the depths of the Eastern Mausoleum; with his spiritual eyes, as that roar sounded, it seemed an invisible qi mechanism was leaking out from within, yet it was covered and absorbed like a swallow by a beam of precious light.

That is an extremely powerful treasure.

"What exactly is the Great Qian royal family doing inside the Eastern Mausoleum?"

This thought flashed through Zhang Jian's mind.

He always felt that something abnormally terrifying was being nurtured deep within the Eastern Mausoleum, which made his heart stir with sudden impulse.